Ink (being edited)

Chapter 17: Aftermath

SAGE

Surprisingly enough, I had never been in a hospital before. The bright lights and sterile smell were very new to me. I didn't like it.

"Stop pacing around Sage. He'll be ok. The doctor said there was no chance of him dying. The shot only grazed him," Travis attempted to assure me

"Grazing is not getting lodged in his leg," I glared

"It didn't hit anything major, so he's got a greater chance. Just calm down."

"I don't want to be clam right now," I sighed, "I just want to feel something other than pain." 

I crumpled back into my seat in the waiting room and held my head in my hands. God, I hated this. Why couldn't things go back to the way they used to be?

"Damn, candy floss, you aren't a very graceful creature, are you?" the voice continued. I could hear the mockery in it.

"Well, fuck me then." I muttered, brushing myself off and wobbling to my feet. I looked up, staring into two pools of caramel honey.

"That is something I would not mind doing." The man in front of me smirked.

"You have sex with food? Wow, I wouldn't peg you for that much of a freak." I countered, rolling my eyes.

His curly dark brown hair bounced as he laughed, and his eyes somehow glinted in the light, even though there was only one window in the room.

What the fuck is this sorcery?

He's hot.

I took a step back to get a good look at him. He had a pretty good build, much taller than me, with perfect butterscotch colored skin, hazel eyes, and gorgeous curly hair. I want to touch it.

I scratched my own milk chocolate hand in nervousness. I've never been in the presence of such a fine specimen. I refer to my last statement.

He's HOT.

"Are you done checking me out, Licorice?" He asked, breaking me out of my nasty thoughts.

"Can you quit calling me candy names? It's annoying." I huffed crossing my arms over my chest.

"But... just look at your hair." He stifled another fit of laughter

I groaned and tugged at a curl, one of many angry habits.

"Calm down sweet tart." He chuckled and I inwardly groaned, "You must be Sage, the girl I'm supposed to meet to discuss my tattoo? I'm sorry if I have the wrong office."

Big fat tears plopped on the linoleum floor as my vision blurred. I heaved, and tried my best to be quiet, but it was just too much. The dam inside me broke, and I couldn't just put bandaids over the cracks.

"It's ok. I'm sure Ethan will do the same." He stammered and blushed.

My face paled and I froze.

"Ethan?" I asked cautiously.

"Yeah. He went to the bathroom he should be here- Ah! There he is now."

The world slowed down as I turn to see were Nathaniel is looking. Of course. Of fucking course.

I knew it was only a matter of time, but why? Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't it just be a different Ethan?

"You!" We both exclaimed, staring at each other.

"You filthy manwhore!"

"It's not my fault you're a psychopath!"